all out of space
all out of time
carving the sickle moon
and dancing wrists
i slip back to stone
where blood runs thick
perhaps it is home
out
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all out of space
all out of time
carving the sickle moon
and dancing wrists
i slip back to stone
where blood runs thick
perhaps it is home
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6 responses to “out”
Beautiful capture in your words, Michael. Lovely.
Thank you very much 🙂
I image currents in stone being the once human blood.
I think that’s kind of what my mind was getting at when I wrote it. You know how it is at times, you just let the creative take over and it usually ends up better in the end. Thanks Bob
I really like the rhythm of this.
Thanks Tara. I appreciate it 💙